* * * D. C. C A L L B O Y S * * *
Something sparked Karl's mind as he sat there watching all those names
go whizzing by on the bright computer screen. It stirred up old memories.
An endless parade of young men back in Hollywood. Like spawning salmon,
there was a neverending supply of them, always available, in every color
and shade. There was no need to fret, another would appear to take the
place of a fallen angel.
Most of the names brightly twinkling, were experienced, at least by a
few weeks. The new ones, recent recruits were marked with asterisks,
denoting the availability of these hot new numbers. They were eager, hot
and ready to please. Times had changed, it was no longer difficult to
approach the bi-sexual male, the gays, and even a few straight boys who had
their heads on correctly. They wanted to make big bucks fast, the only way
in this fierce world of competition, unless you just happened to born with
a silver spoon in your mouth.
A strange delusion clung to them like a bad odor, they all wanted to
make the money fast, then get out of the business. It was a good idea, but
it just never quite worked out that way. Only a few like Karl Petersen,
bright, intelligent, business minded would succeed. Others would get
hooked on drugs, fall into the trappings of easy money, then find
themselves suddenly older and less attractive. This was the sad but solemn
truth of male prostitution.
Karl Petersen shuddered, felt that strange melancholia sweeping over
his body like a chilling wind. Yes this was a warm current, something more
envious than unpleasurable. His mind went rushing back to those days in
Hollywood. His modeling career, all those parties, the endless stream of
goodlooking men, the drugs, the booze. It was fun in the fastlane, he was
fortunate to get out in time to save himself.
The day to depart had come quite by surprise to Karl. The day he met
Gordon Vale, the handsome congressman, was the day that changed his life
forever. They set eyes on one another at a lavish party, from that moment
on, they were pretty much of a twosome, rather a threesome. Gordon had a
wife, but she never interfered, just didn't want to be a part of his
political life, or his sexual side. She had her own interests, as long as
it wasn't a problem she kept silent.
"Perhaps it had been time for a change," he thought sentimentally, his
eyes drifting out over the clear sky, as if he were trying to see all the
way to California. "Funny, the sky looked like a California sky," looking
out the big picture window toward the west.
Business was booming in D.C. these days, thanks to Karl, who had
built up a respectable escort service, catering to the needs of politicians
and visiting dignitaries. Not often did outsiders seek him out. Times had
really changed in the last ten years. The young overtaking the old men
retiring, passing on the reigns to more virile young men. It seemed they
were just getting younger every year, a trend that seemed to have no end.
Karl had a few police, politicians in his pocket. He couldn't survive
without them. He would have never come this far without those eyes turning
the other way, the police taking the money. The business was running like
a well-oiled clock, that need little or no fine tuning along the way.
Then, there were those little guys in key offices, that always had their
eyes open, ready to alert Karl if anyone decided to start a witchhunt.
That was uncommon in these times. What Karl didn't know however, was those
shady drug dealers who were eyeing his business, now that it was turning a
decent dollar. Also there was the clout, the influence they could profit
from, gaining control over all those politicians with a taste for young
boys.
Karl picked up the phone, slicked back his soft blond hair, turned up
the photo of Gene Dauville, then held it, curiously turning it around,
viewing every angle of this gorgeous body.
"Hi Gene, it's Karl, you ever done Gregory Pratz?" he said, tapping
the pencil on the notepad, a nervous fetish he had when discussing matters
of a sexual nature. Perhaps it was a faint guilty notion he couldn't let
go of, maybe it was just an excitement when talking to those hot young
guys.
"Well then, since you haven't, let me fill you in on this guy," he
said, dropping the photo on the desk, wondering how this pretty boy was
going to take that big banana of Pratz's. "He's real kinky, likes to
exercise control, nothing abnormal about his sexual appetite, runs a bit
intense," said Karl, trying to keep his reserve. "Yes, he is big, he likes
it rough, just thought I'd let you know in advance what to expect," said
Karl, still gazing at the picture. "This boys is going to have one sore
asshole tomorrow," he thought enviously.
"Okay Gene, then you can handle this without any problem," good, I'll
talk to you tomorrow, ---and if it works out...he's likely to book you
again---, he's one of our best clients," said Karl, hoping that Gene would
like him, in matters of dollars, it could be a bonanza for both of them.
Gregory Pratz was high up, wielded a lot of power, not just political,
but sexual as well. Those in D.C. were afraid to make a move on him, he
was quite safe pursuing his off-color sexual fantasies. There wasn't a
single complaint for any of the other boys, in fact they all looked forward
to seeing him again. There was something fascinating about the guy, his
animal appeal, or his big dick, the way he used it, like a baseball bat,
had those boys begging for more.
Pratz was one of those guys who could easily identify with duel
images, playing the power-wielding politician during the day, then slipping
out of that guise, into a bi-sexual, sex hungry fien at night. The guy was
never satisfied, he had a sex- drive like Atilla the Hun!
Karl was 35 years old now, still an enormously attractive man, that
innate beauty still held like a long summer, refusing to retreat at the
inset of autumn. Golden blond hair, dark at the edges, clear blue eyes,
fresh skin, that seemed to glow in the sunlight. He kept his body up too,
working out in his private gym, he was rockhard, slightly muscled,
perfectly toned. Maybe that's what kept Gordon Vale coming back for three
years now.
"If only that bitch would give him a divorce, then they could be
together permanently," he thought, lingered a moment, tasted a sudden,
deliciousness about the thought of permanence with Gordon.
Gene stood there before the mirror, the brilliant red robe, loosely
open, his pale, golden skin lusciously complimented against the robe. He
combed back the short, dark hair, watched his baby blue eyes sparkling in
the light.
"Just a few more adjustments, and you'll be ready for just about
anything," he thought, checking over mentally, the list of prime
necessities before sexual activity. He'd been the first to get the new
vaccine for AIDS. Not that he wasn't being careful, he was. The vaccine
had come suddenly, a surprise to everyone, it started another boom in
sexual activity, but still, there prevailed an air of caution. Gene wasn't
compromising those cautions, not matter how good the vaccine was.
He'd duesched, sprayed the spermicidal foam up his anus, then
deposited the tube of lubricant by the bed, complete with a pain killer.
He knew these guys with big dicks like to use them like weapons. He'd had
those days, not being able to sit down for at least 48hours. This night
promised to be now exception.
"God he looked ready to eat," he thought, pinching at his firm tits,
until they stood out, pressing against the silky material. The robe was
open down to his navel, allowing his client to view the merchandise,
building up his voracious appetite at the sight of that luscious male body.
The bell suddenly rang, he jumped, he wasn't quite ready, but that
signalled there was an impatient client at his door. It was time for
business as usual. He turned of the light, then walked confidently to the
door.
"Hi Gregory, I'm Gene, come in, like a drink or something stronger?"
he said, smiling, turning so that his full round buttocks were in front of
those burning eyes.
"Yes thanks, something stronger will do just fine," said Pratz, his
eyes beheld something that started the engines of a space vehicle. The
loomed like a swerving, hot comet, gobbled up his presence, drilled a hole
clear to his soul.
Gene seated him in the tastefully decorated living room. The lush
sofa accepted their bodies, sinking deep into the material, Pratz leaned
back, but never took those burning eyes off the youthful flesh for a
moment.
Pratz was not an old man by far, still in his prime, a little graying
at the sides, but still mucho fire in the furnace. His appearance was that
of a bull, sturdy and strong, forceful and willful. The man could nearly
make you feel somewhat humble in his presence. Gene was about to learn the
wisdom of that strength.
Gene separated the soft, white lines with the razor blade, snorted a
line through the silver straw, then handed it to Pratz, his pale blues eyes
becoming like water pools of silky liquid. Pratz quickly sucked the line
up his nose. Leaned back, his lungs swell like a big bullfrog, about to
make his presence known.
Before Gene could say another word, Pratz has seized him, smothering
his mouth with feverish, wet kisses, then racing over his upper torso,
tearing away the robe furiously. He lay there startled at the suddenness
of his approach. Began to breath wildly, at the hot tongue delivering the
kisses all over his hardened tits.
Gene had was not expecting what happened next, at least he had a
notion that something kinky might happen. The cold metal cuffs suddenly
wound around his wrists, he became a virtual prisoner of his client. This
was his very first encounter with bondage, he would ease himself into this,
pretend it was playtime, yet Gregory had more serious play in mind.
"What's with the cuffs man?" said Gene, in a curious reply, allowing
Pratz to think he was surprised. He didn't' speak, his eyes however told
the whole story. They blazed with some hellish intensity, changing in the
dim light, like far off fires of hell.
The handcuffs were a bit uncomfortable, the idea of being at the full
mercy of this man was not. He was strong, much stronger than he could have
imagined. He handled his 170lbs like a sack of potatoes, tossing him
around the bed, slapping at his legs and buttocks, gently at first, yet
becoming more forceful with each slap.
"You fucking little bastard, you've been a real bad boy," he growled,
his face changed, almost as if it was for real. "Daddy's going to have to
punish you, beat you're little ass till it's good and raw," he whispered,
his voice deepening, gurgling with sexual connotation and deeper emotional
upheaval. The man was playing out some psychotic, emotional trauma,
perhaps something that had dug under his skin, and was about to erupt into
a real- live drama, to be played out in that bedroom.
He took Gene by the hair, wrenching his head back, his hot mouth
surged upon his lips, wildly, relentlessly delivering a flurry of tongue
and kisses over his smooth face.
"Yeah you little fucker, you're punishment is going to be right up
your asshole!," he quivered, his voice was jerky now, mixed with passion
and raw sexual emotion. He flipped Gene over on his stomach, grinding him
into the deep, silky comforter. He took his hand, the big cock completely
filling his fist, then quickly guided it into the wet, shiny buttocks,
pulsing under him.
"Oh god it's big..it's big as hell, be careful, you'll tear me up,"
pleaded Gene, unable to move his hands to stop the huge intrusion, or even
slow it's determined penetration. It stung, the massive head stretching
his anus apart, tearing into the delicate flesh. He cried out in pain,
groaning deeply from inside. His cries only further nurtured that craving
in Pratz. He seemed to enjoy the power he was wielding over the beautiful
body, then drove deeper, the cries becoming louder as each thickened inch,
spread his anus further apart than ever before.
Lots of men had fucked Gene, but this was different, it was primal,
animalistic, charged like a bolt of lightening, the full fury of standing
out in a thunderstorm. He reveled in it, his body lit up like a fireworks
display. He couldn't hold back the surge of feelings that strung him out
like drug that delivered a rush, a fever!
"Oh god! oh son-of-a-bitch....fuck me please! fuck the hell out of
me---that's right...deeper..deeper...fuck me hard---I can take
it..hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...yeah..fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Gene
was feverishly begging now, Pratz had full control, whipping his sweet body
into a frenzy, driving into him like a big locomotive. The bed shook like
an earthquake, it sounded as if Pratz were tearing him from limb to limb.
Yet the fury of his force, his huge cock was only unleashing the full
emotional range that was mostly withheld in Gene. He seldom reached this
ultimate state of erotic fever, rarely displayed the untapped range of full
sexual immersing. This man, this animal, had tapped those internal, sexual
responses, that no man had ever accomplished before.
Gene's mind was in a spin, his body was on fire, he couldn't control
himself for the first time. The pulsing cock inside, the driving intensity
of Pratz's body, slamming into his smooth flesh, caused a premature
explosion, he shot furiously, his body shook like a man with epilepsy.
Pratz responded like a great white, sensed the ejaculation, felt the
anus tighten around his big cock, then shot with the energy of a fire
hydrant. The force of his cum shooting, sent Gene into a fit of ecstasy,
he rolled, like a dog, pushing his ass hard into Pratz's cock, barreling
his buns, crying out as the flood of cum filled his ass, warm as dripping
honey.
The evening wasn't long enough, after five successive fuckings, his
body spent in every conceivable contortion, the final fucking came out on
the patio. The air was cool, the mattress cold against his back. Pratz
had carried him out in the darkened veranda. Laid him on his back, lifted
his legs, then drove into him like a madman. It was wild, being fucked
outside, staring up at the highrise, the stars, the light of the buildings.
It was like fucking in the faces of the whole town, yet not a soul had
observed the wild foray. Gene's eyes grew lazy, mesmurized by the
glittering canopy over head. Five times the man had fucked him and was
still going strong. He touched the wet skin slamming into him, his fingers
felt the power of his things moving like great hydraulic plungers. There
was no pain, it was paradise, that big cock inside, massaging his anus,
felt secure and hot, he wanted to keep it there, hold that pose, pressed
humbly like a boy into the mattress. This powerful man held him prisoner,
a vice-like grip of dripping, hot, savage love-making. Gene tightened his
legs around Gregory's neck, like big scisors, clamping him tight. He felt
his anus pucker, then the another big explosion filled his ass with a
torrent of hot cum. He moaned, writhed, forced every muscle in his body to
caress the huge mass inside him, then slowly drifted into a euphoric cloud
of ecstasy.
Pratz carried him back to the bed, dropped him on the mussed up
comforter. "Now, you really got drilled, maybe next time you'll be a good
boy," he said softly, his voice seemed more tranquil now, appeased
sexually. He began to dress, pulling up his pants over the huge tool.
Gene felt a little nervous, a sudden twinge inside. It was almost as if a
lover was departing, he felt strangely letdown. A stranger urge seemed
unfitting, especially in this business. Yet a nagging thought would not
let go, he wanted this man again, something that rarely entered his mind or
his convictions.
Gene never told them he wanted them again, he couldn't put his finger
on this strange feeling, yet it was something he wanted more than anything
he could imagine. He just had to trust that Pratz liked him, and would
request him again.
"Okay Gregory, hope to see you again soon, I'll keep my appointment
book open," said Gene, truly encouraging the man to make a return visit.
He departed with little to say. Yet this was the case with men like Pratz,
the small guilt would consume them for a while, then the craving would
bring them back.
Gene fell asleep that night, all he could think of, was the wonderful
fucking he experienced. Never before had any man made him feel so
electrically alive, his appetite flared, he began to flirt with notions,
how to get this man back in his bed again.
Karl had one more setup to take care of. This was going to be quite
an evening, he was breaking in the new boy, that luscious blond, Sonny
Baker. This was the find of the year. One of Karl's procurers had
actually come across this goldmine. The boy was 19, a student at a local
college. He was in need of some exposure, and of extra income. Sonny
Baker was a new breed of young men descending on Washington. Completely
devoid of any provincial convictions and the sheer drive to succeed. He
was a law student, his ambitions was to succeed with his body as well as
his keen intellect. The guy was combining the power of sex with wit an
initiative, sidestepping the usual competition, striving to make it to the
top by influence, and sexual power.
There was little doubt that he wouldn't succeed, he had the body of an
adonis, kept it well toned. He was bright, very entertaining, and willing
to to do just about anything to succeed. The recipe added up to one hot,
new number. These were the kind of boys that were crediting Karl's
business with the best merchandise anyone could offer. They didn't have
just looks and sex, they had smarts, intelligence, a blend that was rather
difficult to procure in most cases.
"Hey there Sonny, this is Karl, you ready to get started tonight?" he
said, his voice was optimistic, engaging the young man. "I have a Cuban
diplomat for you, this guy is really a sexual bombshell," he said, filling
Sonny in on his client for the night. Carlo Martinez, was the envoy from
Cuba. He kept a tightrope act, walking the line between democracy and the
Castro version of socialism. He was a pleasant man, gentle and very
sexual. Somehow Castro was tolerating his bi-sexuality, as long as it
didn't make headlines. He was allowed to act freely, enjoy the fruits of
his successful persuasions in Washington, Castro would continue to applaud
him.
Now that all was in order, it was time for Karl to indulge in a little
fun of his own. Gordon was about to visit. Gordan Vale, the man is his
life, the wonderful, kind Congressman that had made all this possible. All
he wanted to do was to please him, make him happy, vent his passion on
Gordon, the sort of loving that kept this man going.
The man was on time, Gordon was timely as a Swiss watch. The bell
rang, there was no question of whom was at his door. He opened it back,
there stood Gordon, dressed in his deep blue suit, his tie had already been
loosened. His coat draped back, the top button undone.
"Hi Babe! you ready for some serious foreplay?" all I could think
about, was rolling around in those sheets with you tonight," he said
softly, his eyes sparkling like the sun on a crystal blue lake.
"How the hell are you?" said Karl, reaching out, pulling him into his
arms, then shutting the door soundly behind them. Karl pulled his face up
to his, their lips met, the kiss was deep and long. "Hmmmmmm....looks like
you're ready for some action, said Karl, his hands dug into his pants,
driving down inside, cupping the firm buttocks, squeezing them
passionately.
"You gonna fuck my brains out tonight?" he said breathlessly, his
mouth searching Karl's lips, his hands stroking through the short blond
hair.
"Bet your sweet ass I will, got a real fine ass there Congressman,
best ass in the Congress I'll bet," said Gene, his fingers probing deeper,
feeling the hot anus pulsing against his finger.
It was great undressing Gordan, slowly removing his shirt, the clean,
fresh body, the pink nipples hardened against the firm contours of his
chest. The tiny, fine hairs that dotted his cleavage on an otherwise
smooth body. He fell completely under Karl's spell, like a schoolboy,
being undressed by his mother, completely compliant. He fell back on the
large bed, staring up at the disciplined hands, the kind sensitive hands,
undressing him, readying him for a sexual free-for-all. Karl pulled the
pants away, just the white briefs, the final barrier between his stiff cock
and that sweet ass. He fell softly upon Gordan, their bodies contacted,
the sweet odor of the two bodies merging became the impetus for a more
carnal desire.
Gordon's eyes had softened now, yet there was deep emotion underlying
the watery surface, a fire burned there, one that was full of need and
desire, a fulfillment that needed nourishing now!
"Oh baby, hmmmmmmmm...yes...put your sweet cock in me now," he
crooned, his eyes fell dreamy, his lips parted taking Karl's full, strong
tongue, jabbing inside his mouth. Instinctively his legs wound around
Karl's waist, his buttock pointed at the large, stiff penis, aiming,
throbbing, ready to enter the gates of paradise. Karl arched his body,
pushed at the tender buttocks, then penetrated the anxious flesh eagerly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh---yes! fuck me now...fuck me deep and hard
baby!...he cried, his voice was thick and succulent, he drew in gasps of
air, his chest heaved in an out, taking the stabbing cock up his ass.
"Oh yes I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you real hard and good,
hmmmmmmmnmmm...your sweet ass is mine mister!" whispered Karl, his mouth
sucked at Gordon's tits, leaving a trail of fluid over them, they glistened
in the soft light, heaving and sighing as he penetrated, deeper, deeper,
until he was all nine inches inside of Gordon.
The passion lasted far into the night. It seemed insatiable for
Gordon and Karl. But they were in love, there was no barriers that
couldn't be hurdled, no passion that couldn't be satisfied this night.
Outside, in the darkened night, two unclean figures were at work,
putting in place instruments, to record their private love- making,
plotting their downfall, the instrument of terrible change about to impale
them.
The sky outside held an ominous warning, clouds leapt high in the
night sky. A storm was brewing, the day had warned, the sticky air, the
high humidity. The storm wasn't confined to just the bedroom, it radiated
around the city, forces were at work this night, both good and bad. The
ominous changes would soon become a fissure, a crack in the wall of
security, a threat that could not be avoided.
It seemed as if Karl's well-oiled machine was about to have some
mechanical failures. Those men who sought to take over his business were
shoving monkey wrenches into the works, a breakdown was eminent. Not even
the keen eyes, those who could forewarn, had little or no warning of this
new threat, coming like a thief in the night!
If Karl had any notion, any warning about these men, those connected
with the south American drug cartel, he might have been able to defuse it,
yet it was already in place, like a time-bomb about to explode in his face.
They sought absolute control, of clients and the boys, there was no
stopping them now.
It wasn't just the male-escort business they were after, they wanted
control of those who frequented the boys, then their influence in the drug
world would be much more secured. Once they controlled the politicians,
there was little else in the way.
The cartel was out to make it clean, no fuss no muss. Just get the
goods on Karl and a few others, then drive them out of business and step
in, without any notoriety or scandal. Much like the Mafia was able to do,
but these boys could really play rough, right down to murder if necessary.
It was a week later, that night of incendiary love-making. Pratz had
been drawn back to Gene's arms like a moth to a flame. He wanted that
innocence, that helpless appearance that was etched in Gene's looks, his
body. He wanted to assault that fresh, creamy skin, suck on those hot
tits, drive his cock into the boy until he screamed for mercy! Gene had
that affect on men, it was something pure about him. His skin was so
clean, so pure, like a young choir boy, his lips rosy and tintilating. It
drove men wild, it opened all their secret desires, like a pandora's box.
Not only were they prowling Gene's apartment, but were about to make
themselves visible at Sonny Baker's who was about to engage in a hot,
second session with Carlo Martinez. Carlo had become passionately involved
with Sonny. He was possessed by the golden boys' body, he couldn't stay
away from him. There was virtually no other man at the moment, who got a
shot at him. You might say that Carlo was obsessed, and who wouldn't be?
A boy who had suddenly came from virtually nowhere, was prime, grade A
stuff. Sure he'd had a few sexual flings, but he was primarily untouched,
but learning quickly with Carlo. Especially that huge piece of Latin meat
that had turned Sonny inside out for the last two weeks. He'd spent a
small fortune, to guarantee that he, Carlo was the only man fucking this
blond adonis.
Carlo eased down into the softness of the bed, Sonny on his lap, his
legs clinched around his waist, the big cock had swelled to enormous
proportions. It paused just between his firm thighs, the big head pulsing,
ready to penetrate the young ass.
"You are one beautiful boy, your skin is like honey and cream, you're
ass is the sweetest thing I've ever fucked," said Carlo, his big brown eyes
rolled amorously in his proud head. His face flushed with passion, he was
deeply in love with this boy, but he had to be careful, his passions could
be his destruction.
"You really like this ass eh Carlo?" well I really like that big dick
of yours up my ass, really love the way you fuck me!" said Sonny. After a
week of constant banging by Carlo, he'd become increasingly attached to
him. He was very careful not to lose sight of his dreams, keeping Carlo at
a healthy distance. Not physically, but mentally. He toyed with the man,
went along with his fantasies. It took real control, which he'd learned
from one of his teachers. Sonny thought about that guy, the gym teacher
who had fucked him silly a few times. The guy used that cock like a a
passionate tongue, had taught him how to take a big one without wrecking
his rectum. Taught his how to control his anus, get the maximum enjoyment
out of a big dick. Thank goodness for that coach, otherwise he'd have been
bleeding to death by now with that 10 incher.
Carlo was fucking the hell out of Sonny, his eyes rolled back in sheer
delight, the big cock ramming into his buttocks, he lay on his side,
Carlo's body humped feverishly, slapping against his bare skin. Suddenly
he saw the two men standing there, they'd come from out of nowhere.
"Hey! what the hell, how did you guys get in here?" shouted Sonny,
stunned by their sudden appearance. Carlo turned, his cock still inside
Sonny, his eyes turning on the two latin men, standing their snickering at
them.
"Well Carlo, looks like you're getting the best of that yankee ass?"
said one of the men. He seemed to know Carlo, standing there partially in
the shadows.
"I can't see you, what's your name, you got no right to be here, this
is breaking and entering," shouted Carlo, embarrassed, slowly extricating
himself from Sonny's anus.
"Doesn't make any difference who the hell we are, see this? it's all
I need to drop on Mr. Castro...Carlo!" said the man, his voice was deep
and threatening.
"Anyway, how is that young stud, he a good fuck Carlo?" said the man,
his voice was thicker now, filled with an ominous connotation.
The other man stepped forward with a gun, inched it between them, the
cold barrel laying across Sonny's buttocks. He nudged the gun, forcing
them apart, then made a gesture, urging Carlo to leave the room with the
man who was obviously in charge.
"Come on Carlo, let's go have a smoke while me boy has some fun with
your plaything," said the man.
"I know you, you're Fredrico Cardonza, how's the drug traffic
Fredrico?" he spouted sarcastically, his face fuming at the thought of the
other man with Sonny.
"Don't get any brave ideas Carlo, I'd just as soon shoot you right
here and how, save Castro the problem when he finds out you're fucking
young boys," said the man, his smile revealed bright, white teeth, his soft
black moustache lent a handsome appearance to his darker features.
Carlo heard Sonny groan, listened to the sounds of the furious
pounding, the skin slapping against his satin skin, enraged at the thought
of the stranger fucking the boy.
"Hmmmmmm....ohhhhhhh..hmmmmm...Please stop..please...ohhhhhhh!! the
sounds kept up. He could barely stand it, listening to the awful
passionate cries. The man was fucking Sonny unmercifully. He could hear
him gasping, the sounds of heavy breathing, then suddenly, the high-pitched
squeal, the man cumming in him, Sonny crying out as his body unwillingly
accepted the torturous load being shot inside him.
Carlo tried to pull away, a sudden effort to intercede, but the barrel
of the gun stopped him in his track.s
"Okay Carlo, How about you, let's put your ass on the line, since
you're so good at fucking!" said the man, forcing him back into the
bedroom. He gazed the bed. The other man had Sonny pinned to the bed. He
was fucking him again, his legs over his shoulders. The bed shook, rattled
at the man pumped at him.
"You're next Carlo, Julio is a hot lover, just loves fucking tight
assholes, he'll make you feel like a real woman!" said the man, pushing
backwards on the bed. Carlo facial features contorted, his blood ran hot,
he wanted to kill them, but he couldn't endanger Sonny, he had to comply.
Again, Julio came in Sonny, he whimpered at he big cock in him, his
eyes rolling around in his head, dizzy at his body being assaulted so
aggressively.
"Here you go Julio, fuck the hell out of Carlo, this one I want to
see. Julio turned, his cock still hard, took Carlo around the neck,
pulling him backward, then rolled him over on his stomach. He rammed the
big cock between Carlo's legs, pressed into him, drove the big cock deep
inside him. He pounded at him like a furious animal, then came with one
big thrust.
"Oh god...oh god! it hurts, it hurts...hmmmmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhh!
Carlo reached over, felt Sonny's silky skin, as if to pacify him. It was
only moments, the man had withdrawn from him, he lay prostrate, still
stunned by the fucking. He took Sonny again, both of them this time, each
taking turns, Julio and Fredrico, fucking him in every position,
relentlessly, riveting him to the floor, where they took their savage
pleasures.
Carlo was so weakened by the experience, unable to do anything against
these men with guns, who were tearing into Sonny like a marauding and
plundering bunch of revolutionaries.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hmmmmmmmmm! oh no...please stop,
it's hurting, please stop..hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....oh fuck me...fuck
me...yeah...fuck me! faster...yes...faster..harder! Carlo could barely
fathom what he was hearing, Sonny was begging them, urging them on. He was
stunned for moment, then realized it might be his way of getting them off,
wearing them down so they'd stop fucking him.
It worked, they finally had enough, over an hour of constant and
gruelling penetration, they finally fulfilled their appetite. They got up,
put their clothes on.
"From now on Carlo, you're working for us, don't forget it!" said
Fredrico, pulling up his pants, his smile was devilish, his passion vented
on the boy.
"And if you want to continue seeing Sonny, I'm afraid you have no
other alternative. Incidently, you're gonna have to share him with Julio,
he seems to have fallen in love with the boy. Carlo watched as Julio took
Sonny's hair, bent his head back, then smothered his mouth with a heated
kiss. His hand gripping at the firm buttocks, cupping them, curiously
noting that they were now his property.
Fredrico and Julio were amassing quite a library of video tapes. That
very next night, they secretly watched and filmed quite a callosal trail of
film. Three of Karl's most handsome and sought after young men, were at
the summoned to the rental house where the Roman type orgy was to take
place.
The Senator was Calvin Bennet, a very powerful man, who took great
pleasure in his sexual cravings. Part of which included handsome young
college students. That was his favorite desert. He enjoyed watching his
friends take out their sexual fantasies on the boys, another one of his
perverse, sexual desires. Fredrico had bribed the owner of the house, with
free cocaine, supplied him with all his needs. He eagerly allowed them to
do their dirty Work.
They hid in the attic, from a save vantage point watched the sexual
scenario unfold before their amazed eyes. There were two blonds and one
dark haired boy. All built like brick shit houses, muscle bound jocks.
That's what the Senator preferred, young guys who looked like football
players.
The champagne and cocaine was liberally passed around, getting
everyone in the heated mood for action. It was Calvin Bennet who started
the action. He pulled the dark head lad aside, pulled him down on his lap.
He began to fondle the young man, reaching inside his flimsy t-shirt,
rubbing his washboard stomach, unzipping his pants, pulling out his stiff
cock, then sucking it before everyone.
Soon the room was scattered with bodies. Two men on one. Several men
proceeded to undress Tommy, the big, gentle giant, they licked his naked
body from head to toe after ripping away his clothing. One of the men,
then stood up, wrestled him to the carpet, where they took their pleasures
with him. Repeatedly fucking him, he groaned and cried out in pain as they
penetrated him time and time again. His muscled body rippled with fits of
pleasure. His thickly muscled legs wrapped around the smaller mans neck
seemed out of proportion. Yet the smaller man had the biggest cock, that's
what Tommy wanted up his ass. He might have broken the man's neck with one
hand, yet he lay like a lamb, took the furious pounding at his ass like a
real pro.
Bennet held the young mans face in his crotch, "Ah...suck it boy, suck
it good, then I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of yours he groaned in
pleasure. He'd stripped the boy naked, laid him out on the carpet, crawled
over him, pinning him to the floor, jabbing at his plump buttocks with a
wild, animal fury. The boy pounded, dug into the carpet, as he pumped like
a fein at his ass.
"You like my dick up you ass don't you jock?" he muttered, the sweat
rolling down his reddened face, his hands slapping at the tender young
flesh. David replied in a compliant tone, "Oh yes, I love to be fucked, I
love it fast and hard," said the boy beneath him.
James the other blond, was a real football jock, his own sexual
appetite for bizarre sex had caught him up in this clandestine orgy. He
loved physical contact, especially with men, aggressive men, who could give
him what he wanted, constant and gruelling sex. He was sandwiched in
between two young politicians, men who were on their way to the top, the
top of him at the moment. It was a difficult position, but two cocks up
his ass at the same time sent him into a furious state of excitement. His
muscled body rippled like waves on an ocean, his strong thighs and legs
pumped at the bodies driving into him.
"Fuck me guys...fuck me deep and hard..uhhhhh yeah...fuck my brains
out....yeah...oh yeah! ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ummmmmmmmmmhhhhh, he cried, his
lips suck at the wet skin, pulled at their legs, forcing them to drive
deeper into his god-like body.
"Some godamn orgy eh Julio," whispered Fredrico, his eyes glued to the
small opening.
"Yeah, those gringo jocks can really lay into a good fuck!" my dick is
getting hard watching," he said quietly, rubbing the big bulge in his
pants'.
"Sorry Julio, maybe you'll get a shot at one of them later, we can't
interfere in this, just get the film, that's all," he said, his own crotch
was swelling just from the action going on down there.
What surprised Fredrico the most, was these hero-like bodies, those
jocks, who appeared to be what they weren't. He was amazed at how they
allowed themselves to be completely mauled by those men who weren't much
men compared to them. It was awesome to watch those little guys, fucking
the hell out of those muscle- bound jocks. The film alone was worth a
mint, regardless of the motives it would be used for.
Fredrico watched the big blond, moving his ass, bucking like a bronco,
the two men fucking him at once was a sight for sore eyes. He writhed,
flailed his arms, cried like a baby as they pumped at his ass. It was
wild, the way they took all that abuse, but being big boys, they handled it
easily.
The big blond seemed insatiable, the very moment one of the guys fell
away, he pulled the other one back on top, he wanted that cock up his ass
every minute.
"Yeah...fuck me...fuck me like a dog," he groaned, his ass bucked up,
his face in the carpet, his legs clinched around the young mans waist like
a wrestler. It was hours later, the man was still pumping away on the big
blond, who had faded, lying sprawled on his face. He was like a machine,
so strung out, so fascinated with the jock, his cock would not go soft.
"Yeah big boy, wake up you bitch!" he said, slapping at the young mans
face, his big blue eyes fluttered.
"Yeah baby, go on...fuck me all night, I feel you inside me, fuck me
all night!" he whispered, his big arms pulling the young man down on him.
He squirmed those big, luscious buttocks, raised them up, then bucked into
the furious cock. The young man shot another full load into him.
It was about 3 a.m in the morning, Fredrico and Julio slipped quietly
out of the attic, out the back door and into the night with their precious
videos. There was just one more calling card now, Gene Dauville and the
congressman Gregory Pratz, they'd have enough condemning tape to buy them
all out now.
Fredrico wasn't a putz, as they say in New York, the guy was dead
serious about taking over the escort business. He had powerful backers,
some who might turn out to be residents of Washington D.C. themselves,
linked inextricably to the drug cartel. Fredrico's bold plans could never
have succeeded had it not been for these dark horses, these men of
substance. They lurked in the background, distant players in a huge,
clandestine game. They could hide in the shadows, yet still pull the
strings, keep the big boys from Latin America from taking over 100percent.
Fredrico had a master plan, he had to scare the daylights out of Karl
and Gordon Vale, otherwise his plan might not fully succeed. He had to
convince them, both of them to pack and get out of town, clearing the way
for him to move in and take up residence. What he had in mind would
convince just about anyone the power behind him meant business.
The dark Mercedes rolled quietly along the street, like a big cat on
the prowl. The engine suddenly shut down. They stared up at the lights in
the apartment.
"Remember now, Vale and Karl are lovers, we have to make this look
good, convince the son-of-a-bitch to get out of town," said Fredrico,
grinning that evil smile, that look on his face that gave Julio carte
blanche to commit any sexual act upon Karl he pleased.
"Oh yeah, this is gonna be good," he boasted, spraying the freshener
in his mouth, flexing his muscles, posturing in some absurd macho stance.
"Yeah boy, I've been wanting that ass, I'll fuck the bitch real good," he
boasted as they slipped quietly past the bribed guard.
It was so easy, having a pass key, just walk in on them, likely they'd
find them right in the bedroom, ready! The door opened slowly, they crept
into the dimly lit room, then through the dinning room, down the hallway,
then paused for a moment. They stared in the bedroom, just a very faint
light, gave evidence that a sexual foray was in progress. They moved
quickly, were standing at the foot of the bed like unwelcome observers.
It wasn't instantly, rather quite by accident, that Karl slowly
realized there were men in the bedroom. His reaction was delayed, not
quick enough. Julio had seized him, pulled him off Gordon, still attached.
He struggled to free himself, but it was useless, Julio was the stronger,
dragging him off to the adjoining bedroom.
"Now Mr. Vale, while Julio enjoys himself, I'm going to give you some
personal advice," said Fredrico, sitting casually on the edge of the bed,
lighting up a cigarette. The flames gave on an eerie, uncanny appearance
to his face. In fact it was quite impressive, etching a sense of fear into
Gordon, lying back, still stunned at the sudden intrusion.
"What's he doing to Karl, he better not hurt him you bastard, I'm
warning you! said Gordon, posturing from the reclining position.
"Warning! who's warning who Mr. Vale?" said Fredrico, his tone
quickly switching from calm to angry. "If I were you, I'd just lay back
and go along for the ride, You got no fucking choice," said Fredrico,
dangling the video in his face.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean," said Gordon, his concern now
shifting to what was in the video he held.
"Damaging evidence, that's what's in here," said Fredrico, his tone
now more convincing, more ominously threatening.
"You haven't got anything on me, that's probably just a blank tape,"
said Gordon, badgering Fredrico, attempting to bluff the man.
"You think so lover boy! well you should see yourself, getting the
rod up your ass everytime you come over here, It's you alright, and nobody
else," said Fredrico, grinning the devilish smile.
"How the hell did you get it? there's no way you could," said Gordon,
now furious, his eyes blazing in the dark, he pulled the sheets up to cover
his naked body.
"You don't need to be concerned about the whys and wheres Mr. Vale,
what is true, is that these tapes are real, and so are you on film," said
Fredrico, depositing the tape back in his coat.
Suddenly there came a loud cry from the other bedroom, it stirred
Gordon, he tried to jump from the bed. Fredrico quickly lashed out,
knocking him back on the bed. The blow stunned him for a moment, he moved
again, but was knocked back again, this time he felt the pain.
He heard those cries, instinctively he knew what was happening. That
bastard was fucking Karl, raping him, it sent a wave of anger through him,
but he was at this man's mercy.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you, I'm liable to unleash Julio
on you next, who knows...you just might like that big ten inch cock up your
ass congressman!" he threatened, his eyes were mean, he meant business,
Gordon could see the anger.
There wasn't much he could do for Karl, it was painful, degrading to
listen to the noise, being helpless, unable to help him was the very worse
thing he could imagine.
Julio strained at Karl, his wrists had been taped behind him, to ease
the struggling. He'd forced the vaseline into Karl's anus, all the effort,
the defenses were all eroded. There was virtually no way, nothing he could
have done to keep that huge cock from penetrating his ass. His head was
forced into the carpet, Julio stooped over him, pulling him up by his
waist, ramming the big cock into his ass unmercifully. He pounded, riveted
into him like a fast moving freight train. The first time he came, it was
like a valve, under pressure, exploding. The hot juice blew like an
uncorked bottle of wine, furiously, spaying hot cum inside him, filling up
his tight ass, then spilling out, running down his sweaty buttocks.
Karl's muffled voice, his pleas, his panting, the heavy breathing,
just urged Julio on. He only paused for a moment, the furry, momentarily
abating, then surging again like a brand new furry. The rage went on for
an insidious hour, he vented all the sexual rage on Karl's asshole, fucking
him until his moans became weaker and weaker, finally giving in, his body
relaxed, he took the pounding now in stride.
Hmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhh..unhhhhhhhhhhh! just muffled cries, the big
cock prompted more groans, slowly, more passionately they grew passive
until Julio felt Karl's ass begin to sway, to move with each stroke,
forcing the firm buttocks, running with sweat, taking every last inch of
his swollen sword.
Julio suddenly appeared in the door, his body was shimmering in the
light, as if he'd just stepped out of a suana. The muscles in this body
rippled, he moved like a leopard toward the bed.
"God that was good, think he's fallen in love with me!" said Julio,
swaggering the big cock, still profusely hard.
Gordon turned, his eyes hung there for a moment, following the
athletic outline of Julio's frame, the contours, rippling all the way down
his torso, the curves, full and muscled. Then his eyes stopped at the huge
cock. At first he couldn't believe the size of it, then something struck
him, Karl..."God he must be sore, having that huge tube up his ass for an
hour," he thought, then sensed something more. This hunk of man could
persuade any guy who liked getting fucked, to do anything he wanted them to
do. It was just a fleeting fantasy, a flicker of a notion, yet for a
moment, he wondered what it was like!
"I think you better convince Mr. Vale that we mean business, okay
Julio," said Fredrico, stepping back suddenly, the moving from the bedroom
to the adjoining room where Karl lay, almost completely drained.
His ears heard the groans, the pain of the penetration, they all
screamed, they defied Julio, but in the end, they all wanted him again,
that was reality.
"Guess you really enjoyed that fucking Mr. Pretty boy," said
Fredrico, bending down, laying his hand on Karl's shoulder. "Just want to
let you know, this is your last week in town," he said menacingly. "If
this doesn't convince you, that I'm the new boss around here,
Well...then---next time we won't be so lenient," he said, snatching Karl up
from the floor like a ragdoll, wrenching him face down on the bed.
"Now it's my turn, you got a real nice ass, nice and firm, tight, real
pretty! said Fredrico, whipping out his hard cock, then he moved to shove
it all the way up his ass. Karl had given up fighting, he just laid there,
took the pounding, felt the hot cum shoot inside him, then the sudden
detachment.
The men were gone, almost as suddenly as they had appeared, Karl
walked back to the bedroom, saw Gordon lying face down, his body soaked
with sweat, and knew he'd been raped as well. He lay down beside him, the
silence was unbearable, the weeping truly emotional. Karl tried to console
him, but he pulled away, his face buried in the pillow, his thoughts
tortured at the prospect of what tomorrow would bring. Karl lay down
beside him, put his hand on his skin, felt the nerves jumping like ten
thousand frogs inside him.
"It's over, It's over, they're gone, I know this is terrible, but we
have to go on!" said Karl, his words were little comfort now, when all the
world was crumbling around them. All he could do, was try to convince
Gordon that love would see them through this tragic moment.
The forces that had unleashed themselves upon Karl and Gordon were
about to confront another pair, who had suddenly become wildly attached.
Gene Dauville and Gregory Pratz. The not- so-quiet seduction had a more
provocative tone, Pratz had charmed the young man, used his weapon, played
that tool in him until he was magnetized, fused, manipulative, fallen under
the spell of that big cock.
It was this moment of secure thoughts, of plunder, of notions that his
swaggering organ had become the victor, now he would tend eagerly to the
spoils. Gregory Pratz had wielded that monstrous piece of flesh like a
sword ever since he discovered the proportions were always greater than his
peers. All the way from grade school to the present, the boys wondered at
the size and circumference. Were always fascinated how they could never
quite get there fingers around the girth of that huge cock. Then there was
those lucky boys who found it up their asses, always begging for more. He
learned how to use it, not just to engage in anal sex, but to weave magic
with it, like a snake charmer. There were men that had never been fucked
before, who fell under his spell, after just one night of that fabulous
massage up their butts.
Gregory had been known to turn a few heterosexual men out in his day.
There was no mistake, gay or straight, they all had to have it again and
again after just once in the saddle with Gregory Pratz.
Now he'd nearly spoiled Gene Dauville, the most promising new entry in
the escort business. Little did Gregory know, that this night was about to
end his triumphal march through the bedrooms of D.C. The toppling of a
tyrant, yet who was complaining, the banishment of a King, yet this
time, he would be exiled, dethroned, and worse, his own impulsive actions
would bring him to his knees. The 11th hour was at hand, the winds of
change were coursing through that very bedroom, yet Gregory had not felt
the coldness, the desolation that would soon follow.
The high-pitched moans, the guttural sighs, the dirty talk, the
foreplay, all driving Gene into a frenzied pitch of sexual upheaval. His
creamy body, sleek and smooth, writhing beneath the forceful thighs,
riveting him to the bed all a recipe for a night of hellious lovemaking.
Gregory pinned him to the mattress, squeezed at his firm, voluptuous
buns, spread them apart eagerly, forced the huge cock into the small
opening. It had since been stretched proportionately to accommodate the
swollen ten inches. It was the thickness that tore into the baby-tender
asshole, ushering a crescendo of cries from Gene. He begged, pleaded,
banged at the big dick, rolled and heaved his body to receive every inch.
His legs scissored around Gregory, pulling him deeper like a professional
wrestler. Gene's mind quickly recalled that night under the stars, then
imagined the wind in his face and the big dick up his ass, it was heaven.
The noise had burgeoned, snuffed out the sounds of the two dark men
entering the apartment. Bridled in such a frenzied pitch of feverish sex,
not even an atomic blast could have separated them.
"Make sure you get the drug into the bastard quick, he's agile as an
Anaconda, he'll get you if you miss," said Fredrico, passing the syringe to
Julio. The plan was to drug the congressman, work the boy over, then leave
them together, let the press get hold of it. Someone had to be sacrificed,
made to look bad, Fredrico had chosen Pratz. He had a deep and vicious
hate for the man, whatever it was, he couldn't explain it, yet he'd chosen
him because of that hate.
Julio was like a cat in the night, he crept up to the bed, silent as a
leopard, raised the syringe, then brought it down quickly in Pratz's bare
ass. He backed into the shadows, unseen, waited for the drug to take
affect.
Pratz was stunned, he whirled around in pain to see what had stuck
him, slowly his body seemed to wind down like a battery driven toy. He
rubbed at the stab mark, confused, disoriented, he finally crumpled next to
Gene. It seemed like an eternity, Julio waiting in the dark, slipping off
his clothes. This was the part of the job he loved best. He got to fuck
those $1000 boys, pump their asses like common street whores. It made him
feel strong, like a powerful dictator. His cock too, had power, he knew
that, and when he wielded it, the boys became docile.
He licked his lips, his eyes grew with heated passion, his cock
swelled to immense proportions. It was this wild anticipation, the
incredulous high, the quickened pulse, the madly beating heart. His body
raged like a man on fire, the excitement caused him to shudder with a
thrill everytime, threatening to consume him.
He watched Gene, his dark hair, his lustrous body, shimmering there in
the dim light, his hand shaking Gregory.
"Wake up, what the hell is the matter with you?" "Are you sick, is
there something wrong?" he pleaded, but his urging went unanswered, there
was no way to revive Pratz, not at the moment anyway. He'd wake later,
still full of drugs and needle marks, lying next to him, the obvious result
of a wild sex-party.
Julio stepped out of the shadows, Sonny's eyes caught the sudden
movement. "Hey, what the hell are you doing in here?" he cried out, his
first reaction, knowing that he had more company.
"Just calm yourself pretty boy, I'm gonna take over now, right where
Mr. Pratz left of," he said, moving menacingly closer. He was on him
before he could jump up from the bed.
"Oh! you want to play rough eh!" that's good...that's good pretty
boy," I like a boy who puts up a fight," he said, his wet tongue lashing
out, his arms securing Sonny to the bed. He was overpowered, not match for
Julio, outweighing him by 20 pounds of muscle.
Julio pulled his arms to his side, humped his butt up in the air,
kneeled behind him, then fucked him doggie fashion. He was slow at first,
adjusting to Gene's tight ass, it would soon be stretched to new
dimensions. Gene thrashed about, trying to hold his legs taught, keep the
big cock from driving deeper inside him. That was futility in any sense of
the word. Once it had passed the half-way mark, his struggling fell limp,
his body seemed to reverse, almost as if he was about to enjoy something
bigger than Pratz.
Julio could feel the action, the sudden change of heart, the
reluctance now reversed polls, from minus to plus, the electricity flowed
through Gene's body like a surge of high- voltage power, suddenly sent
surging through a power line.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...hmmmmmmmmmm....uhhhhhhhh---Gene groaned,
the immense torture turned to pleasure. His mumblings sounded like a man,
his mouth full of a delicious dessert, unable to express the delight, the
intense pleasure, the excellence of the ecstatic feeling racing through his
body.
"You like that big dick up there, you like it real good, don't' you
pretty boy," whispered Julio He pulled his head back, sucking at his ear,
manipulated Gene's body, pulling up on his thighs, pressing ever deeper,
forcing air out his lungs as he gasped, heaved at the thick cock filling up
his rectum.
Gene clawed at the sheets, there wasn't a moment to feel any guilt
now, the pleasure was driving him crazy. He turned his head, as if to beg
for kisses, the eager mouth closed in, willing to accommodate his
eroticism. It was turbulent, like a massive river, whipping up huge waves
as it tore away everything in its wake. That was Gene, heaving and bucking
at pulsation in his ass. There was no way to stop this intrusion, no human
way to stop the flood, he basked in it rather than fight it now.
Wave after wave of hot sensation flooded Gene's body, he seemed to
melt, to fuse himself to Julio. Who wouldn't that sweltering latin body,
smooth and hot as a pepper, seething with sexuality, was taking him on hot,
fiery wings to paradise.
"Oh jesus man...oh god! you fuck real good, yeah...you fuck real
good..ohhhhhhhhh...ummmmmh!!!!" Gene spit out the words, like vomit, yet
they were clean, uncensored, ripe as peaches, pure as silk, he couldn't
help himself. There was something about any man, who fucked this good,
didn't matter what he looked like, just as long as knew how to move that
big cock inside his ass without tearing him up. Julio had all the right
moves, no jabs, no sudden lunges. He was something like a master
violinist, using that meat like a wand, every angle was pure artistry,
engaging deeper sexual response like a masterful probe.
"Pump it in me...shoot your hot load in me...I want my ass full of hot
cum now!" squealed Gene, his fingers tore into Julio's thighs, digging into
his skin, his ass was hot and wet, slapping against his flesh.
"Yeah...yeah...that's it...oh yeah...it's cumming! it's
cumming...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck..me! ummmmmmmmmmm..fuck
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Gene screamed, his voice high-pitched and coiled
with emotion. He bucked and squirmed, as if to drive it to the very limits
of his rectum. It throttled his prostrate gland, caused it to excite,
setting of a tremendous surge of cum, shooting in a torrent. His as filled
up like and empty tube, full of hot cum, it spurted out the anus, unable to
contain the huge mass of fluid.
"Ok Julio, climb off now," times up, don't want you getting to
familiar with that boy right now," said Fredrico, he held the syringe close
to Gene's ass, Julio flinched, as if he was about to push his hand away.
He knew better however, this was part of the game. His body was still
quivering, like a giant powerhouse, he was suddenly aware of how good Sonny
ass was. He wanted it again, that very minute. Something peculiar had
overtaken him, he couldn't explain it. He'd never had that feeling before,
that unsustained notion, that sudden urge to protect the boy. His feelings
were running rampant, confused. Yet one could plainly see, if they read
his heart, this was the first moment on the road to love, it would not end
there.
The newspapers in D.C were running wild, they had the story. Like
monsters, seized upon it, gobbled it up, spit it out on television, blasted
in on every headline.
"POWERFUL CONGRESSMAN FOUND IN LOVENEST WITH OTHER MAN" The lured
details were equally damaging, the drugs, the homosexuality was played out
like a fourth of July celebration. All those politicians, his enemies were
already dancing on Pratz's grave. The lynch mob grew, not just out of the
homosexuality, or the drugs, yet it was power, they were after. Pratz was
ruined, dethroned the minute his adversaries laid hands on the evidence.
Sure he'd put up a fight, but it would be humiliating, the tapes, the link
to drugs, he was a broken man now, crawling away to lick his wounds, to
regather his wits.
Julio had his own plans in mind now, he suddenly caught sight of his
emotions, untangled his feelings, they led straight to Gene. He felt like
a heel, a real assassin, but he couldn't hide those feelings inside,
otherwise he might as well explode. There was nothing else in this world
he wanted but Gene. He'd always had crushes on fair skinned boys with dark
hair and blue eyes. Yet Gene had set his blood on fire, he knew suddenly,
that it wasn't going to be easy, to make amends. He rang the doorbell,
stood there feeling a little silly with the red rose and candy, almost like
a schoolboy. Was this the same man, the hood from New York City? The
enforcer, suddenly brought to his knees by a simple act of passion?
"Yeah, what the hell do you want here?" don't you think you done
enough damage to everyone?" said Gene angrily, his anger surged, his eyes
grew wild, his body tense, standing there in nothing but white briefs.
Julio's body electrified at the sight of that naked flesh, that god. He
would have fallen to his knees if the boy asked him to at that very moment.
"I know you must hate me, I don't blame you, but you gotta listen to
me," he muttered, unable to fully articulate his feelings. He handed the
flowers to Gene, then the candy, sheepishly.
"Well! this is certainly not the man who fucked my brains out last
night," he said, the wild look abating now, a more passive gaze flooding
his clear blues eyes.
"Can I come, let me explain...Please!" he begged, stepping forward
cautiously.
"I don't know what difference it can make now, but come on in, I'll
listen to what you've got to say," said Gene, his eyes roving up and down
the sensuous curves, then finally resting at his big crotch.
They sat on the couch, Julio told him everything, spilled out the
works, putting his own life on the line really impressed Gene. He knew
that a man making such a confession would surely be in risk of his life.
"I'm sorry for you, how the hell did you get mixed up with such awful
people?" said Gene, searching his warm, honey brown eyes. He could feel
the deep passion in the man. Something had obviously changed him, like the
sudden passing of season to season.
"I think I'm in love with you," said Julio suddenly, his eyes fell,
like two big honey covered cinnamon rolls. An expression of his internal
love, his face blushed beneath the warm brown skin.
Gene put his hand on his leg, felt the intense passion raging under
the surface, like a volcano. His hand moved nervously to the crotch, felt
the massive bulge growing under the material. Julio was given immediate
permission to take control, he moved with the grace of big cat, forged his
arms under Gene's legs, stood up with the boy in his arms.
"Which way it the bedroom?" he whispered, his voice thick with passion
and emotion, eager anticipation sent ripples through his body like tiny
explosions.
He gently laid Gene on the bed, then quickly shed his clothes, not
taking his eyes off him for a second. The locked together in one current,
one so hot, it might have caused a surge protector to fry at the sudden
voltage. Julio tore the shorts away, lifted him onto his lap, eased him
down on the giant, thickened mass, he crooned, licked at his lips, a
torrent of sighs flooded the room. The penetration was the blending of two
bodies, fusing that minute, uniting in as one.
The night had sent a vale of purple over the room, emersed in sweat
and cum, their bodies were still vibrant and alive. Only minutes separated
the intensity of another penetration, the almost insatiable appetite for
another foray.
"I love you..I love you like no other person in the world, from that
very minute I entered you, I loved you!" whispered Julio, a man deeply in
love, so radically changed, had been lovingly rewarded with mutual
love...the night floated gently by as all the torment subsided, the pain
and agony abated around them.
Sonny lay on the bed next to Carlo, thinking about the horror of that
night, his fingers moved toward the fly, gently unzipping it. His eyes
held a wild fascination for the big cock that sprang from the opening. His
eyes flared like a torch, his golden skin flushed, his face closed in on
the pulsating flesh. His soft lips wrapped around the thick mass. He
tounge licked at the wet surface, he felt the index finger probing at his
tight ass, instinctively knew that Carlo didn't want to waist that swollen
mass on a blowjob. He squirmed his ass, drew the finger deeper until it
surged up his ass.
Hmmmmmm..oh yes...finger bang me Carlo, yes...that's it shove it
deeper, he begged. His mouth fully covered the big cock how, his body
flared hot. The sensation of sucking cock and the finger up his ass drove
him to near madness. He suddenly withdrew his mouth, turned his body like
a ship on the ocean, aimed his firm buttocks, dertermined to take the big
shaft all the way to the poke. In the next few moments Carlo was punching
at that fresh, hot ass with a momentus fury. He'd thought that this was
it, that he'd never see Sonny again, but there he was, making the hottest,
passionate love to this blond adonis.
God! how he loved that body, the contours, the narrow waist, the firm
and fleshy buns, always looked shiny and fresh. The way the golden tan
gave way to the white softness of the cheeks drove him to madness. He
loved to watch his darker shaft drive in and out of the moist hot anus,
sent his blood to near the boiling point. Sonny cried out, his voice
always vocal at the moment of ejaculation, the flood, torrent, spewed
inside him, and for the moment love was safe.
The big jet lifted off the runway, slipped off into the night, not a
soul noticed Gordon Vale with his lover Karl, leaving the city for good.
"You know babe, I always wanted to go back to Hollywood, didn't want
to tell you," said Karl, smiling, his hand gently touching Gordon's. Maybe
it's all for the good, who knows, we can start a new life in California,
I've got plenty of money stashed, we don't need this godamn place anymore
do we?" he nudged at the solemn man.
Gordon never answered him, just lazily stared out the window at his
life receding in the dimming lights of Washington D.C. Wondering how it
all happened, how his life had suddenly changed. Now he had no choice,
fate had made up his mine for him, He would stay with Karl for the rest of
his life, free now to adjust to the life perhaps he'd always wanted. The
jet disappeared into the night, carrying them to safety in California.
Life in D.C would go on just as it always had, the powerplay, the sex, the
scandals, and of course...the escort service. The End
by Mark M. Forston copyright @-1989